Day 5

I slept well last night despite the rain pattering on the tent. It had stopped by the time I got up at 7:30. I made the decision to continue walking rather than remain on the campsite. There was a weather window of a few dryish hours, so it seemed sensible to get a few more miles under my belt before the heavy rain set in. 

The first mile was pleasant walking across several livestock fields. 



However, there was then a succession of ‘hay’ meadows with 3ft high grasses.

Obviously, after the overnight rain, the grass was soaking wet, which quickly transferred itself to me, despite me wearing gaiters. In no time my boots became saturated, making walking quite unpleasant. 

There was also quite a lot of road walking, along typical Devon lanes (narrow and high-sided), so there were few views to be seen. 


By 2pm, the heavy rain was threatening. I made the decision to curtail the days walk and checked into The New Inn in a small village called Coleford ( west of Crediton). 

It isn’t cheap, but has proved to have been a good choice as it has been chucking it down with rain since I got here. 

I only walked 10 miles today, but it was mentally challenging. I just wasn’t up for it today, with lots of muscles aching, so apologies for the rather dull update. Hopefully, a night in a proper bed will rejuvenate me. 

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